Ling Lingqi chanted the poem, like a battle-hardened general, his whole person's momentum changed suddenly, and suddenly the whole scene became extremely quiet, even those beautiful girl fan groups stopped shouting, and one by one opened their cherry mouths slightly, looking at Ling Lingqi on the stage in a daze. In their eyes, Ling Lingqi's figure has become taller and more majestic!

After a long time, the crowd erupted into a burst of warm applause! The three great Confucians on the stage, as well as the masters of the major academies, also nodded one after another, this poem is indeed extraordinary, the key is that this poem is still made in the kung fu of a pillar of incense, I think that even if the masters of the major academies are replaced, they may not be able to make this kind of high-level poetry.

But Bai Zixuan's face was pale, he racked his brains and didn't make it, how could Ling Lingqi be better than him and make a good side poem in such a short period of time?

Chen Chun suddenly said loudly: "The time has come!Bai Zixuan, can you make a poem?"

Bai Zixuan laughed miserably: "Ladies and gentlemen, the student admits defeat! But Ling Lingqi is obviously far inferior to me, why can he make such a poem with such exquisite artistic conception and words? I don't believe it, he must be cheating! Yes, he cheats!"

Suddenly, the audience became silent, at the beginning, Bai Zixuan was a popular candidate to win the championship, and even the three Confucians who served as judges were very optimistic about him, but I didn't expect him not only to lose, but also to make no poems, it was really a shame to throw home!

Bai Yuxuan suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, if it weren't for Ling Lingqi's wonderful footwork and retreating five feet, he was afraid that his body would also be drenched.

Ling Lingqi frowned and said, "Senior Brother Bai, making poems is for entertainment, but today you have done your best, which is unprecedented!"

Hearing this, Bai Zixuan was even more excited, and spurted out a mouthful of blood again, and then rolled his eyes and fell on the stage! He was so angry that he fainted! This is so as not to lose face.

The people of Goose Lake Academy hurriedly ran to the stage and carried Bai Yuxuan back, this time they were really embarrassed, if they lost, they would lose, they couldn't afford to lose, they couldn't afford to fall to the ground directly, I was afraid that after this poetry competition, the names of Goose Lake Academy and Bai Zixuan would be known to the world!

The three great Confucian students exchanged ears, they were also quite surprised that Ling Lingqi could make such a good poem, although Bai Yuxuan suspected that Ling Lingqi was cheating, but how could Ling Lingqi cheat?

That Bai Zixuan was too ignorant to slander them, how could they bear it? In the end, the three of them agreed to disqualify Bai Zixuan from participating in the competition! In other words, Goose Lake Academy would directly become the last place in the Poetry Competition.

Chen Chun had no choice but to cast a sympathetic glance at the people of Goose Lake Academy, and then announced loudly: "Now the old man announces that the result of the first group of fighting poems, Ling Lingqi of Wenshan Academy wins!"

Ling Ling made a gesture to the judges and the audience for seven consecutive years, and the beautiful girl fans in the audience were even more excited, shouting one by one.

"Ling Lingqi, I love you!"

"Ling Lingqi, I want to marry you!"

......

The scene was so enthusiastic that even the three great Confucians didn't expect it, and even some women from the Qinglou joined in, shouting coquettishly while throwing flattering eyes at Ling Lingqi.

Ling Lingqi didn't dare to stay longer, so he hurriedly jumped off the stage and returned to his seat in Wenshan Academy.

Then the second round of fighting poems was about to start again, and the crowd gradually calmed down.

As soon as he returned to his seat, Ling Lingqi found that Lu Zilong was so excited that he burst into tears, obviously excited about the rise of Wenshan Academy.

Lu Zilong said happily: "Ling Lingqi, it's good! Our Wenshan Academy hasn't exhaled like this for a long time! By the way, how did you come up with this poem? It's so wonderful, even if it's the three great Confucians on the judge's seat, I'm afraid they won't be able to do it!"

Ling Lingqi was about to blush, you must know that this poem was not made by him, but borrowed verses from hundreds of years later.

Fang Datong didn't come, he wanted to stay in the inn to take care of Ning Fengyun.

Lu Zilong laughed and said: "Ling Lingqi, why are you still ashamed? Those amorous girls in the audience, but there are many shouting that you will not marry! The most unbearable thing is the beauty grace, so many beautiful girls, what should you do?"

Ling Lingqi smiled wryly: "Dean, you don't know, how old I am? I don't want to do these things! As soon as the academy conference is over, these girls will naturally forget about me." ”

Lu Zilong stroked his beard and smiled: "That's not necessarily! Look at the two stunning girls who returned to the inn with you yesterday, they are looking at you!"

Ling Lingqi turned his head to look, only to see Murong Yan and Luo Xiaoxi looking at him from a distance, their eyes full of tenderness.

Ling Lingqi didn't know whether to be happy or distressed, these two beautiful girls were not ordinary girls! they were all very eccentric little witches, and Murong Yan was also the daughter of Jiangnan Daxia.

At this moment, the second group of players also came to the stage, they were Gao Ming of Feitian Academy and Xun Lansun of Yuzhang Academy. Both of them are long and jade, and they look like merry and talented people, which has also attracted a lot of women, especially those women in Qinglou, who keep throwing flattering eyes at the two.

It can be seen that the two of them enjoy this feeling.

Chen Chun said loudly: "Gao Ming, Xun Lansun, you two can listen well, now you two each use the bright moon as the theme to make a lyrical poem, the topic is not limited, and the time is also half a pillar of incense." If you can't do it, you will automatically admit defeat. If both sides make poems, the winner will be judged by the three great Confucians of the jury. Alright, let's get started!"

There are a lot of poems with the theme of the bright moon, but it is not so easy to create a bright moon poem with some new ideas.

I saw that the two people on the stage kept walking back and forth, making painstaking thoughts, and now they were indeed searching their stomachs, trying to use the best rhetoric to make better poems to defeat each other! Ling Lingqi's poem before had reached an unattainable height, and if it could be surpassed, it would inevitably become famous.

There are so many people attracted by this poetry competition, but I am afraid that there are no less than 10,000 people, and the cruise ships on the West Lake in the past also seem to have an agreement, all docked on the shore, reflecting into the water, the light and shadow are shining, the painting is poetic, and it is pleasing to the eye...... If it's at night, maybe there will be a hint of inspiration in front of a bright moon hanging in the sky, but now it's daytime, and it's not easy to make a good moon poem!

The time for half a pillar of incense soon came, and at this time the two contestants seemed to have it, and both of them smiled slightly, as if they were quite confident in their poems.

Chen Chun said loudly: "The time has come, please read out your respective poems." The genius of the Feitian Academy, you come first!"